A sense of loneliness made Strange feel heavy and ill at ease. Protecting the universe is lonely business. He was about to drown himself in sorrow, when he felt the cape of levitation drape itself around his shoulders. Its red folds caressed his arms. Thank you for the reminder that I’m not always alone, he thought, petting the soft material, noting with amusement when the cape shivered in delight. Fickle thing, you deserted me to carry John Watson across the courtyard. It seems his charms are not lost on you, either. Either? That one small word pounded in Strange’s brain, until he willed it into submission. He had a class to teach, time to get back to work.